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A Season's Memories

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Tag: PoemMemories

As a languorous summer comes to a close, thoughts move toward a more dynamic quarter.

AUTUMN SUN

I sit and watch the autumn sun
Bid it's last goodbye
A chilling air has just begun
To sketch a lilac sky

Distant limbs of naked beech
Rise up in the haze
In search of life they aim to reach
The last receding rays

A season borne of soft decline
Stirs a more reflective mind
When ageing hues and falling leaves
Paint melancholy memories

Of hidden paths intently crossed
Of stirring races run
Sweet loves and battles won and lost
Beneath the autumn sun

Mum and Dad

Mum and Dads. Are they going out of fashion?

Tilley's New Teeth

A space in the middle of your front teeth, some say, adds character. No it doesn’t. Mind the gap!

Chairman of the Marathon

I loved running when I was a boy. I’m now extremely happy to pass on that joy.

Change

Twelve months of endless sunshine or constant cold and rain? Neither thanks. Luckily the UK has been issued with four seasons.

Avoiding The Brazilian

I read stories in newspaper articles like most people. But sometimes I just have to write poems about them. Any man reading this should be put off bananas for life.

In 2008 we were treated to the Beijing Olympic Games. Before the competition commenced I read an article in a daily paper telling its readers of some of the culinary delights eaten in the location’s homes and restaurants.

Laugh And The Whole World Doesn't Laugh With You

Have you ever stopped to realise that no other animal, bird, insect or fish can muster a grin or a chuckle apart from us homo sapiens? Aren’t we the lucky ones!

Never Say Die

‘Memories, like the corners of my mind.’ I don’t know about you but I have no idea what shape my mind is and whether it even has corners. But it certainly has pockets that, when dipped into, are chock full of memories. Here are some that I’ve found.

Watch This Space

Some years ago I read a story that high street banks were charging us to withdraw our own money from their cashpoints. Do what? --- It got me thinking.

Silent Witness

Silent Witness - great series, superb actors, gripping storylines. But have a thought for the squeamish, the thin-skinned, the haemophobic viewers hiding behind the sofa.